Aul Bastunji(*aul is the name of village of the moslim peoples) by Mikhail Yurievich Lermonyov

1.To you, great Caucasus - the proud tzar of earth, -I carry verse inardvertent again, Do bless it, as your son, once more, With a canopy of your white-snow head! From early years in my blood I feelThe turmoil of your heat, so storming, And even in the north I live, Only to you my heart's devoted!

Your notched ridges took me all to realmOf hurricane, but you, at least, was cherishingMe with your blue-haze hard embrace, And from the top I looked in ecstasyOn mountains, that underneathWere like the body of a giant, Overgrown all with greens, With moss and grass - the old heapsIn wild steppe, far seen!

3Above my childish head, as a wreath, The grey-haired clouds coiled in rings; When thunder, roaring, sailed on them, As quards, awakened from a sleep, All caves were hailing around; I was aware of the sounds deep, I flied up to the heaven with my soulOn chariot of storm, excited all!

4The world had sentenced soul to negligence, It was of no need - the darkness of her chasmIs similar to the eternity, invisibleFor any living in this country eye...And there exist the memoirs aboutThe real country and the holy one, But inconceivably distant.Not light, nor rustle of the earth could driveThe thoughts of her! ... I'm your's, my dear! And everywhere, where is my life!